Through twisted mountain paths, a cavernous abyss lay still. A beckoning voice calls out from endless catacombs. Descending down to chasms unknown. A singular purpose – to find the phantom’s cry. Into the earth’s depths, completely void of light. Odious presence guiding every step. Memory abandoned the further I descend. Hypogean crypt. Hypnotic longing. Envisioned in dreams. Spellbound to the earth. Beckoning voice calls out. Envisioned in dreams.